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There was a crisp sound.
The old man in the gray robe had two fingers broken off.
This man was ruthless; not only did he not make a sound when his finger was broken, but he also used it to break free from Chu Yang's control.
However, after suffering a loss in silence, the old man's gaze toward Chu Yang became increasingly resentful.
"Who is your Excellency?"
Abbot Xuanci looked at the gray-robed old man's back and had a sense of familiarity.
"Who I am is not important. What is important is that we should work together today to eliminate the demon and uphold justice. We cannot let this evil lord continue to run rampant!"
The old man in the gray robe avoided discussing his identity.
"A cowardly fellow who hides his true colors!"
Zhang Sanfeng stood on the long steps of Shaoshi Mountain, coldly watching the mysterious old man in gray robes.
"Wudang Mountain and Shaolin are known as the pinnacle of the martial arts world and are respected by martial arts practitioners during the Three Kingdoms period. You, Zhang Sanfeng, are the leader of martial arts in the world. Now that evil forces are rampant, you sit idly by and watch these sect leaders die!"
The old man in the gray robe kept sneering, and many people nodded silently in agreement when they heard his words.
They had placed their hopes on Zhang Sanfeng and Feng Qingyang, hoping that the two of them could join forces to defeat Chu Yang, but the result was a great disappointment.
The discussion grew louder and louder, even bordering on indignant.
Zhang Sanfeng saw their expressions and suddenly felt a sense of frustration, as if he had no way to defend himself.
Unless these people witness Chu Yang's terrifying power firsthand, they will not understand why they are trying so hard to avoid battle.
Feng Qingyang was already tired of the entanglements and folly of the world, and thus chose to withdraw from it. These people successfully provoked his anger.
A glimmer of hope arose in his heart.
They eagerly awaited the look on Chu Yang's face as he brought the butcher's knife upon their heads.
Feng Qingyang's lips curled up slightly.
After the old man in gray robes finished his rant, Zhang and Feng became the target of everyone's anger. Suddenly, a handsome young man in fine clothes stepped out from the crowd. He was tall, handsome, and had a dignified bearing.
"I am Murong Fu from Gusu. I was also indignant when I heard what you said, senior, and that's why I couldn't help but speak up!"
Murong Fu cupped his hands in greeting to those around him: "This senior is right. Our martial arts are inferior to this demon's, so we should unite as one to eliminate the demon and protect the righteous path."
"I want to see just how powerful this demon is, one that even Master Zhang dares not oppose!"
The gray-robed old man laughed loudly, looked around, and said, "You may all remain on the sidelines and wait until I and this young master Murong are dead before you decide whether to fight this demon to the death or to grovel before him."
Their actions were seen as extremely bold by others, and many people were already itching to join them in their attack.
Chu Yang had been observing the gray-robed old man until Murong Fu appeared and stood with him, at which point he suddenly realized the man's true identity.
"Murong Bo, you old bastard, you're quite good at finding loopholes."
"Back then, you fabricated some false information to trick Abbot Xuanci into leading a group of people to intercept and kill Qiao Feng's parents and family. Now you're here inciting these idiots to be my enemies. Tsk tsk, it's a real shame you're not involved in pyramid schemes."
Chu Yang shook his head and chuckled.
This statement came out.
Abbot Xuanci and the gray-robed old man's expressions changed drastically at the same time.
Murong Fu was stunned.
The expressions of many people who knew about this old story became quite interesting.
"Murong Bo? That name sounds familiar..."
Zhang Sanfeng stroked his beard, lost in thought.
Song Yuanqiao did know this person. He and the other person were not much different in age. When Murong Bo became famous in the martial arts world, he had already been training at the foot of the mountain for several years and had a deep impression of him.
Moreover, he had heard some rumors about the past events at Yannan Pass.
Song Yuanqiao walked to Zhang Sanfeng's side and whispered a few words, to which the latter looked enlightened.
On the other side, Abbot Xuanci stared intently at Murong Bo, completely ignoring Chu Yang's presence. His greatest regret in life was the Yanmen Pass massacre of that year.
Back then, Murong Bo faked his death and took all the blame upon himself. But now that Murong Bo is alive and standing in front of him, it is enough to prove that what happened back then was a complete conspiracy!
"Sir, are you truly the venerable Master Murong Bo?"
Abbot Xuanci took a deep breath.
Murong Bo ignored Abbot Xuanci, frowned and looked at Chu Yang, wondering how this kid saw through my identity.
"Who exactly are you?!"
As the saying goes, even a Vajra has a fierce glare, while a Bodhisattva has a gentle brow. No matter how many years Abbot Xuanci has spent chanting scriptures and worshipping Buddha, he still has a bit of temper.
Having spent his entire life hiding, Murong Bo's identity has now been exposed. He's too lazy to keep up the act, so he simply rips off his mask, revealing his true face.
Upon seeing the other person's appearance, Murong Fu trembled and exclaimed excitedly, "Father! It really is you!"
Murong Bo laughed and hugged Murong Fu.
"Tsk tsk, what a loving father and filial son! By the way, where did the other father and son go?"
Chu Yang looked around with great interest. The battle between the two pairs of fathers and sons was much more interesting than a martial arts tournament; it felt like watching a holographic TV series.
"I had my doubts about what happened at Yanmen Pass back then, but since Mr. Murong is dead and there's no way to verify it, I had no other choice. Now that you're alive and well, it seems there's no need for us to even confront each other, is there?"
Abbot Xuanci gripped his staff tightly.
"That's right! Back then, I deliberately led you and your martial arts experts to ambush that Liao family."
"Why?"
"Haha, if you Song and Liao continue to be on good terms, when will my Great Yan Kingdom be able to seize the opportunity to rise up and restore its kingdom?"
Murong Bo's eyes were bloodshot, and his tone and demeanor gradually became frantic.
Restoring the Great Yan was his obsession, and also his inner demon.
Abbot Xuanci was about to ask another question when the crowd erupted in gasps as a tall, imposing man slowly stepped forward.
"It's Qiao Feng!!!"
Murong Bo's expression hardened.
The rightful owner has arrived.
Murong Fu licked his lips, somewhat nervous, and subconsciously drew his sword.
His mortal enemies were right in front of him, but Xiao Feng didn't even glance at them. Instead, he walked straight up to Chu Yang, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and bowed deeply.
"When I heard that Mr. Chu had come here, I was afraid that you would be attacked by a group of villains, so I came to help you. I didn't expect to receive another favor from you. I really have no way to repay you."
Everyone was shocked.
Screams came and went.
Qiao Feng, the former leader of the Beggars' Sect, was actually that demon's henchman?
Chu Yang had considered that Xiao Feng might come back to join in the fun, but he didn't expect that the other party was there to help him.
"How is Miss A'Zhu doing lately?"
"Thanks to Mr. Chu, Azhu is doing well. In a few days, she will go to the frontier with me."
"Don't make that promise, it's bad luck."
Xiao Feng: "???"
When Abbot Xuanci, who was confronting Murong Bo, saw Xiao Feng, a look of guilt appeared on his face, and he lowered his head and recited a Buddhist chant.
"The Khitan lackeys and the demon are truly in cahoots!"
"Gentlemen, compared to these two, I, a member of the Xianbei tribe, shouldn't be considered any threat, right?"
"If we don't eliminate them today, not to mention anything else, how many sects will be able to leave Shaoshi Mountain?"
Murong Bo is still inciting everyone who is hostile to Chu Yang and Xiao Feng.
Xiao Feng's idea of helping Chu Yang was good, but he didn't realize that he was also a walking embodiment of hatred.
The mere sight of the two of them standing together was enough to offend almost every sect in the martial arts world of the Three Kingdoms.
As the calls for support grew louder, Murong Bo smiled with satisfaction and walked to Abbot Xuanci's side, whispering, "Abbot, please consider the bigger picture."
Abbot Xuanci's gaze was complex, and he remained silent.
Xiao Feng stood in front of Chu Yang, his entire body surging with energy, ready for a fight to the death.
The two sides are at war with each other and are on the verge of breaking out.
"Big brother!"
A young man dressed in a long robe, looking like a nobleman, struggled through the crowd and stumbled to Xiao Feng's side.
Xiao Feng exclaimed in surprise, "Second Brother?!"
Duan Yu wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a grin, "Don't panic, brother, I'm here to help you out!"
After exchanging a few pleasantries, a few more people stepped out from the crowd.
The man at the very front, with an elegant bearing, was none other than Duan Zhengchun, the Prince of Zhennan of Dali. The rest of the men were his retainers.